"Eeeee!" A massive eagle cried in the sky and descended to land on Castell's shoulder. "Aye, Pope… Regretfully, he did."
Amused and at the same time questioning if this giant boy was mentally challenged, Sylvester shrugged and welcomed him regardless. He didn't fail to hear the part about the 'O'fated one, the man of the legends, the ancient texts.'
"Prince Castell, why were you sent by your father?" Sylvester asked him.
"For my glorious purpose, of course. I'm the Crown Prince, and I shall spread the name of the Giants across the world once again. No longer w—"
"He has a message to give," the eagle on his shoulder cried, shortening Castell's response to six words. "But we need proof that you are indeed the Pope. The giants went into seclusion to keep it secure for millennials."
